Since the start of this pandemic our company has been providing us bus services to help us with the transportation safety issue. The bus usually arrives 5:05am at the stop. But last Monday I left house at 4:59am, I was rushing and catching my breath as I chased a trike. The trike ride to the stop usually takes 5-8 minutes. I was praying but worry is taking over. Upon nearing the stop, I saw a bus that looks like our service passed by already, it was far by the time I reached the stop. Disappointment came over me. I jump out the trike, gave my fare and started walking. From haste, my movement turned slow. At this early hour I felt tired already. I was about to book a Grab car, but there is something in me that makes me want to wait more. And yes, it's too early so there's no harm done if I'll stay up until 5:15am. I know this may sound silly but this is one of those times wherein circumstances are hitting me with senses and reality but instead I'm choosing s
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